(intense tones)
- Michael, are you with us, mate?
- Yes. - Let's switch on.
- What's he so upset about?
- Shut up, Michael.
- Still no movement, Kerry.
- Michael, could you save the radio
for when there is movement?
- Copy that.
- What's wrong? - I got bitten.
I put my finger in the cage and it bit me.
- She said the monkey wasn't sick, right?
- No, she said she didn't know if it was sick.
So what if it is sick?
- Are you okay?
- What?
- You know, you look worried.
I thought maybe it was about Josh.
- Why would you think that?
- Nothing, sorry I mentioned it.
- Happy birthday.
- Thanks for these flowers.
- What is it with you?
(tires squealing) (rock music)
(tires squealing)
- Stella, can you please tell me how long Dandidon Road is?
Thank you.
- Why?
- Because I'm driving and I'm the one in charge
and you're the one in the back with the street directory.
- Shut up, Monkey Boy, I'll scare you with some water.
- I told you, I'm clean.
- Are you sure, 'cause I can some monkey fluff
growing out the back of your shirt there.
It's on your neck. - My 20 days are up.
I'm clear of all diseases, monkey, dog, or human.
So, I can show you my report if you like.
- [VKC] Tango One, we have a two vehicle chase
in Spring Street.
Blue Commodore, Mag wheels, three males onboard.
Pursuit by one Mazda, heading east.
- Drive, monkey, drive.
This is TR1, VKC, we're on that.
(dramatic tones)
(glass shattering)
- What was that?
(beeping)
It didn't sound like burning toast.
- Don't worry about it.
(panting)
(explosion booming)
(fire roaring)
Shit.
- That's my car.
(tense tones)
(dramatic rock music)
- VKC, this is TR1, we're in Kinsington Road
turning into Hobsons Road.
(rock music)
(tires screeching)
This is TR1, we now have a visual
on the Commodore and the Mazda.
Stay back.
They're turning left into the abandoned glue factory
on Hobsons Road.
- Oi, you're dead, you bastard.
♪ All right, all right, into the night ♪
♪ All right, all right, all right. ♪
♪ Into the night ♪
♪ All right, all right, all right ♪
(tires squealing)
- [Male] Tuck it, tuck it now.
(metallic crashing)
- VKC, the Mazda is now on its roof.
We need fireys and ambulance down here now.
All right, guys, we're gonna get you out.
- [Stella] No pain anywhere?
- [Lawson] Are you all right?
- All right, I need you to keep your eyes open.
- [Friend] Ryan.
- [Lawson] Can you feel any numbness, any pins and needles?
- [Friend] Ryan, Ryan.
- [Lawson] Give me a hand, I'll hold your head.
(phone ringing)
- Ryan, come on.
Ryan, what's going on?
Come on, mate, get out, come on.
- Yeah, go on. - Ryan, Ryan.
- Yeah. - Just helping him out.
- [Stella] Yeah, I know, I understand that,
but you need to step back.
- [Friend] No, I'm not leaving.
- Hey, it's Kerry.
- Not now.
- But she won't wait.
- [Friend] Get him out of the car.
- [Michael] I need you to stay back.
- Kerry, no time right now.
What?
Grace is not even here.
- [Friend] Let me help you get out.
- Ben, I'm not gonna tell you again.
Just stand over there, mate.
- We're gonna get you out of here, okay?
Okay. - All right, well send her
out here, we can keep an eye on her.
- Yeah, the door is jammed.
So, we're gonna have to wait for the fireys to get here.
But once they're here, you're gonna be okay.
- I can't feel anything.
Is it bad?
(sirens blaring)
- Yeah, there's your point, it'd be the driver side window,
which means they probably come past in a car
or on the back of a bike.
Do the job and get away fast.
Probably a champers bottle.
It's on the upside, it's heavy enough to break the glass
but it's risky.
The whole thing can blow up in your hand.
- Unless you're a nutter.
- So, what were you parked here for anyway, Grace?
(sighing)
- My battery died, I needed a lift.
- Yeah, but it's 20 minutes out of Grace's way,
and I could've just come and got you, no problem.
- What can I tell you, Dom?
(metal clanging)
- Hey, Ben.
Your parents will need to come down to the station.
They'll need to be there when you make your statement.
- They live in Singapore.
- Yeah, well who looks after you?
- My school, I'm a boarder.
- Well, they'll need to be there.
Look, listen, you're gonna have to answer some questions
that'll just help you out in the long term.
You know what I mean?
- So what went on?
- Nothing.
- Yeah?
Who was in the other car?
- Guys from Butler High.
- [Lawson] Right, and you guys?
- St. Patrick's.
- You know their names?
Maybe your mate will have a better memory.
- He won't.
- If he ends up in a wheelchair for the rest of his life,
he's probably gonna wanna know who did it to him.
Have a think about it.
- You okay?
Come on, walk with me.
So, what's in your name?
Radio, car, electoral roll.
- Radio is in my name and the house is in both our names.
- Okay, well get 'em changed today.
At this stage, whoever knows what car you drive
might not necessarily know where you live.
And get Leon to pull up all your incident reports.
Go through 'em thoroughly.
Can you think of anyone who might be
a bit more pissed off than usual?
- I really don't know.
I can't think-- - Look, look, Grace.
If you can't manage this, we can get someone else to do it.
- I'll do it.
- Okay.
So, you and Connor, I think, should stay somewhere else
for a couple of days.
- It's not necessary. - Just stay somewhere else.
- Well, he's in Bendigo.
- Ah, of course he is.
Do you think he's angry enough to firebomb your car?
- Not yet.
- Hey, Leon.
- I've got a trace on the Commodore, it's up on the MDU now.
- Yep, got it, thanks.
- Yeah, the car's registered in the name of Jared Cooms.
Date of birth, 24th of June, 1990.
- Okay, we'll swing by and have a little chat
to Jared about playing chicken with fast cars.
- Swing away.
- Hey, what happened to Grace?
- Her car got blown up.
(giggling)
Outside Josh's place.
Scandal.
- Oh my god.
- Pull all of Grace's incident reports up
and email them to me, will you?
And if she doesn't ask for them by the end of her shift,
I wanna know about it.
- What, you're asking me to dog on a mate
for not doing her homework?
- I'm not sure she's gonna think of you as a mate, Leon.
- Ouch.
(tires squealing)
- Last job I did before I left the squad was a car bomb.
- Thanks for that, Dom.
- I know it's hard not to take it personally,
but at least there was no intention for you
to actually be in the car, were you?
(phone ringing) - Hey.
No, I'm fine.
At least I wasn't in the car.
I am fine.
(sighing)
Look, can we talk about this week later?
No, hang on.
So, it's three days.
Well, we can talk every...
I'll just let you know when--
- [Dominic] Are you hungry?
- Nah.
- Well, I'm gonna get something.
- [Josh] All right.
- [Lawson] Josh?
- [Grace] Okay, well we'll talk a bit later?
- [Lawson] Josh, are you there?
- Yep.
- [Lawson] Where are you guys?
- Refueling.
- [Lawson] Grace all right?
- Yeah, she's walking up and down a bit,
but she's all right.
- [Lawson] Call me when you're done.
- Okay.
- You too, bye.
- Connor?
Is he gonna be away a few more days?
Come and stay with me.
- No.
- Stay with me.
- This is ridiculous, Josh.
It's stupid, it's crazy, it's selfish, it's mean.
He didn't ask where the car was,
but the paperwork's gonna come through
and it's gonna say where it happened.
- So tell him you were picking me up.
- Josh, I wasn't picking you up.
- Grace.
- I don't know who I am when I'm with you.
I can't, I can't do this.
I can't do it.
- Yeah thanks, Leon.
Let us know if there's any change with the kid.
C6 injury, that's a wheelchair.
Well, here we are.
Welcome to the mortgage bill.
- Looks like we've got a hall man cocktail on our hands.
- 50 bucks Jared's parents are away for the weekend.
- Yeah, and he promised, crossed his heart,
and hoped to die that he wouldn't have a party.
(shouting)
- Yes, mate?
- They've got the gun.
- They've what?
- They've got my gun.
I knock on the door and they come at me from out of nowhere.
- Well, what were you doing there?
- I patrol the industrial estate.
These guys have been hooning up and down all arvo.
Then one of 'em side-swapped my van with his bloody ute.
I got out to complain, and they just flattened me.
They got it out of my bum bag.
- You keep your gun in your bum bag?
(chuckling)
All right, all right.
What was it?
- 45 automatic.
- All right.
(chuckling) Enough, enough.
- Maybe you should go home, Grace.
- I don't wanna go home.
- Are you sure?
Take a few days off, go to Bendigo.
- Jerk.
- Why not?
- Stop it, Josh. - Grace, Grace.
(tires squealing)
(horn honking)
Want me to drive?
(sighing)
- Well, if we go storming in there, anything could happen.
- I could go in.
I don't look that much older than them.
I get in there, find the gun, work out where Jared Cooms
and the other kids from the Commodore are.
Once we know they're in there, we shut the whole thing down,
at least we know we got 'em.
Come on, Lawson, you gotta let me
off the old plate sooner or later.
- Stella goes with you.
Get the gun first, then Jared.
- I don't need Stella to come with me.
- Michael, it wasn't a choice.
- So get that frown off and frock on.
- If and only if.
Yeah, looking good, Sandrelli, looking real good.
(dance music)
- So what's with the ring, gay boy?
It turns me on.
- Ow.
Why would you do that?
It's infected.
- Do you wanna call the vet?
- They said it'll take awhile to heal.
- If I had a choker chain, I'd lead you in on all fours.
- Would that please you, Stella?
(chattering)
(upbeat dance music)
- Hey, just a quick search.
- Yeah.
Hey.
Be careful.
Hey.
(vomiting)
- All right, we need you blokes to make sure
we don't get anymore new arrivals, okay?
- You want a perimeter?
- Yep.
We'll take it around the front, you guys around the back,
and make sure you cover Ike Street, yeah?
- Ah, a kids party.
Booze, a bit of underage mayhem.
Tactical response? - Well, they got a gun inside.
Some kid nicked it off a security guard.
I've sent Stella and Michael in in civies.
- Well okay, so where do you want us?
- Well, just stand by for the moment
in cast we do have to go in.
- [Both] All right.
- Hey, how are you going?
Any idea who?
- No, it's driving me crazy.
- Got somewhere else to stay?
- Yeah.
- Good, good.
Having problems with your legs?
- No problem at all.
(rock music)
- How do you know Jared?
Jared?
- Hey.
Hey, how funny was that with the security guard?
How they got the gun off him?
- Yeah I know, fully.
- Yeah, hey, where are they?
- Who?
- The dudes from out the front?
You know, so I can take a picture.
- Oh, I think they went upstairs.
- Okay, sweet.
- Hi. - Hey.
Sorry.
- You're supposed to be looking for my purse.
- Whatever.
Thanks a lot, I was in them.
- I'm gonna go look upstairs.
- What?
- I'm gonna go look upstairs.
- Okay.
Sup?
Hey.
(shouting)
- Sims.
- Simsy, stop being a dickhead.
Stop pissing about, all right?
- Hey.
(whistling)
(giggling)
- Go, Danny.
- Is that yours?
- Yeah.
- Cool.
Can I hold it?
- No.
I can't let you.
(disappointed shouting)
- But I wanna take a photo with it.
- No, no, I can't do it.
(shouting)
I can't let you.
- So, maybe we should go somewhere quieter.
- [Group] Hey.
- Happy Birthday, Danny.
- [Friend] Take her in there.
(cheering and applauding)
- Danny.
(shouting)
- Can you stand there?
- [Danny] Yeah.
- Okay, hold it up.
(photo snapping) Good.
Okay, now one of you and me. - Yeah?
- Smile.
(photo clicking)
Good.
Now, hold it up.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
(grunting) - [Danny] What are you doing?
- This isn't really yours is it, mate?
- Oh, you're a bloody cop.
- Don't feel inadequate.
- Get off. - Stop moving.
Okay, get up.
- Bitch.
- Okay, now open the door.
And that's Constable Bitch to you, Danny boy.
(phone ringing)
(smooth dance music)
- Get off me.
- Jared, Jared, cops.
Cops.
- Dom.
- Hey hey hey, hey, hey.
Hey.
- Nice work.
Where's Michael?
- [Stella] Coming. Do you want me to go back in?
- I'll go in.
- No no, stay here, I need you on the outside, all right?
- I smell like ciggies and alcopops.
I need to get changed.
Hey, Grace, you don't have any clothes on you do you?
Or are you keeping them at Josh's place these days?
(upbeat dance music)
- [Michael] Hey, hey.
(shouting)
- Where'd that lot come from?
- [Lawson] Looks like it's payback time.
- Hey.
Do you know this girl?
- Yeah, yeah, her name's Sienna or something.
- [Michael] Sienna.
- All right, let's go.
(shouting)
- Hey, Sienna, can you hear me?
- You, get a team around the back and block them off.
(shouting) (glass shattering)
Leon, get a traffic management unit down here.
No one else is to get in.
We're shutting it down.
- Do you know what she's taken?
- No, man, they clustered it up,
but everyone took what they had.
- Is Michael out?
- No, not yet.
- Come on, come on.
(shouting)
Come on, don't do this.
(shouting)
You're Jared?
- Yeah, man, do I know you?
No.
- Okay, Sienna, come on.
(shouting)
(glass shattering)
Jared.
Those boys, they're here to get you, aren't they?
This is because of the accident isn't it?
(shouting)
I was there, I helped to get them out. (coughing)
Hey, hey, hey.
You're all right.
- You're a cop.
- I intend to find out what happened.
- I didn't see who threw the bat.
I don't know who threw the bat.
- I didn't ask.
(shouting)
Jared, I'm gonna need your help
getting her out of here, all right?
- Yeah.
- Let's go.
(glass shattering)
(intense music)
- Constable, over here on this door, thanks, mate.
Enough of that, just get 'em inside.
One of you guys up there, on this door up here.
All right, and stagger 'em just one by one, all right?
- Stay with me, all right?
You gotta keep your eyes on that--
- [Lawson] Just get 'em inside.
Just stagger 'em one by one, okay? Not all at once.
- There we go, at Lawson, yeah, that's it.
- [Lawson] Hold 'em back, hold 'em back.
- All right.
Okay, just take it easy.
Her name's Sienna.
- Michael, I need you over here.
- I'll be right back.
Jared, thanks.
- Hang on.
Jared Cooms?
- Yeah.
- Were you driving that Commodore today?
- Yes.
- All right, charge is--
- Hang on, hang on, hang on, just hang on.
Maybe it's not a great idea putting him
in the car with the other ones.
- All right, mate, well you sort it out.
You get him over there then.
Okay.
Show's over, folks, thanks very much.
Unless you wanna join your mates.
- [Dominic] If you want Santa to come,
you gotta stay out of trouble.
- [Jared] What will they charge me with?
- Speeding, driving dangerously, leaving the scene
of an accident, recklessly causing injury.
They might go easier on you
if you told them who threw the bat.
- Yeah, but I didn't see who threw the bat.
- You're the driver, you're responsible
for whatever happens in your car.
You wear it all.
You lot threw a bat, put one of them in hospital,
so they trash your house, these things go on and on
until one day no one even remembers who started it.
Is it worth it?
- One of them keyed Dylan's car last--
- One of them keyed Dylan's... All right, well, Jared.
Now one of them is in hospital and you're looking
at serious charges just because someone keyed someone's car?
I mean, that kid's gonna end up in a wheelchair.
Here.
If you need help.
- Uh.
Have you gone through the incident reports yet?
- I'm gonna do them tomorrow.
I wanna go home.
- You going home or are you going somewhere else?
- Well, I could stay with a friend
but I really don't feel like
just answering questions all night.
- Well, stay at a motel or something.
- Okay, okay, Kerry, yeah.
- Hey.
- Oh, nothing bitchy to say?
- This is bullshit, Grace.
You've been moping around all day,
everyone's feeling sorry for you.
Poor Grace.
How do you know it wasn't Connor that blew up your car?
- Oh, shut it, Stella.
- It could've been one of Josh's girlfriends.
I reckon you like the attention.
- I had a terrible morning, a really horrible day,
so I'm trying really hard to figure out
why you're putting the boot in.
- You've been playing around with Josh
and Connor and now everyone's involved.
You want sympathy and I don't have it.
- It's over anyway.
- Oh, when?
- Today.
- Are you all right?
- [Grace] Yeah.
- Good.
Get on with it, shall we?
- Are we just about done here?
- Isn't there a report to write up?
- Yeah, why do I have to do it?
- Well, the fact that you're never on time lately
just led me to believe that you have now adopted
a flexible workplace strategy.
I'm just going with it.
- All right, well I just gotta call my wife,
tell her I'm working some overtime, eh?
- Dom.
Not overtime, catch up.
(somber music)
- Goodnight.
- Grace.
Oi, just stop for a second.
(tense music)
- They're gonna get him.
They're gonna get him.
Oh.
Oh, man.
- Those machines can do so much more than download porn.
- Well, if you want someone to sit around on their ass
checking out stuff they shouldn't be watching,
then I'm your man, you know that, Kerry.
I'm on it, I'm all over it.
- Maybe you two have rusted on for more hours
than we actually need you.
- Mm, mm, maybe, but check this bit out here.
Oh.
Look at that.
Schoolkids gone feral.
Posted last week.
And in case you haven't caught it,
the guy on the ground's the one from St. Pat's.
(ominous music)
(sighing)
(banging)
(tense music)
- Get on your knees!
(panting)
Petticoat, Josh.
You dickhead.
You bliming old bloody, blown your bloody head off, Josh.
- Sorry, I'm sorry.
Sorry.
- What's up?
- So.
- See you later, right?
- Yeah.
(phone ringing)
Hello.
I'm sorry, I can't hear you, who is this?
Hello?
(ominous music)
Jared?
- [Josh] You've got messages.
- [Grace] Mm-hmm.
(beeping)
- [Connor] Hi, gorgeous.
Just calling to say how much I miss you.
I'm serious, Gracie, you should be here with me.
Being away from you for any time
makes me realize what we've got.
It's been two days and I'm already lonely.
Anyway, call me as soon as you get home.
Bye.
(beeping)
- Let go of me.
(rustling) (tense music)
- [Josh] Hey.
Hey.
(tires screeching)
(panting)
- [Michael] Hey, Jared.
(phone ringing)
- Michael?
- Lawson, I need help.
Backup, I need backup.
Southeast of Jared's place, where the Mazda crashed.
There's four of them.
- Get a hold of Stella.
(panting)
Have you got a weapon?
- No.
(grunting)
- Then you wait there, okay?
Michael, listen to me, you wait for your backup.
- All right.
(grunting)
- [Attacker] Who threw it, Jared?
(grunting)
Tell us, tell us now.
- Hey.
Hey, hey.
- Thanks a lot, get outta here.
- Guys, cut it out, Jared, let's go.
I'm a cop, this is done, okay?
We're done.
- You don't look like much of a cop.
What are you doing working experienced down the cop shop?
- I was at the accident today, remember?
- Get out of here.
- Jared. - Go on, piss off.
(glass shattering)
(grunting)
- All right.
All right, that's enough.
(grunting) (intense music)
All right, all right.
(panting)
How long is this gonna go on for?
- Just until he tells us who threw the bat.
- He's never gonna tell you. - Well, he better.
(coughing)
- All right.
Let's get this over with.
I gotta get him to a hospital.
- [Lawson] Police, get away over there.
- Police get back.
- [Lawson] You move, get over there.
Up against the wall.
Move, now.
- Up against the wall.
- You, douche-bag, up against the wall.
- [Stella] Down on your knees.
- Move. - Down on your knees.
(coughing)
(somber music)
- Dylan.
- Hm?
- Dylan threw the bat.
- You ready to make a statement?
- Yeah.
- So you went in with no support, and no go ahead.
I hope you know that that's opposite of strategy.
It doesn't work.
- Sh, you did good.
- Two males, probably in their late 20s,
in a recent model Falcon station wagon.
Champagne color.
Reg was whiskey bravo, something else,
I didn't get the rest.
Okay, thanks, bye.
Do I get one of those?
- And say they find them.
How do we explain that?
How do we explain you here?
- I don't know, Grace.
I didn't plan this either.
- I hate this, Josh.
(sighing)
- I know.
- I wanna stay with you.
(romantic rock music)
(dramatic tones)
(intense rock music)